Friday Fictioneers – The Walker’s Tale

When the first pair of shoes turned up, well, I were delighted. I put them on and walked. Them ten league boots took me all the way from John O’Groats to Lands End. I walked clear out of them and settled on the promontory overlooking the bean green Atlantic. Waiting

Today, a second pair of boots on my moss-gnawed doorstep. Sinister derelict things. With a note tucked into the right shoe. I couldn’t pull it out, and anyway I can’t read. But I know what it says.

Pebbles crunching. I walk into the ocean. It’s so very cold.

Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields, who has given us boots before, to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here.

My story is a companion piece to Walker, written in response to the first pair of boots.

Neil, loved this and there’s a lovely voice in it that’s quite person and you’ve captured the colloquialisms well. I decided to be different and say I loved a different phrase: moss-gnawed doorstep. Sinister derelict things.
I’m thinking he should’ve burned those shoes. They mean trouble.
Best wishes,
Rowena